I am a weenie tiny plane.
I was extremely shy.
Driven by curiosity
And with the pilots’ company
Brooom….
I took off and fly.

I started off wobbly,
Because of the fierce air current.
Fuel kept flowing out of the tank,
I plunged,
I fell,
From three thousand metres high.
I shut my eyes tight,
Scared,
Petrified,
Waited for a fatal crash…

Yay!
I survived!
The pilots saved my life!

Thank you, teachers,
For injecting me positive energy.
So that when I’m down,
I still have courage,
To overcome all the hurdles.
The mount of success, I’ll climb.

One day, I believe,
I’ll be able to aviate on my own.
I’ll work my best,
And never disappoint you.
Teachers, you are my inspiration.
You’ve made school a home of joy.
I soared and became stable.
It’s time to pursue my dreams –
See the world, broaden my horizons;
Break through tempests,
Glide above the wacky waves.
All I see is a bright future…